I lie in bed at the close of day

Listening to my dog snoring away

Without a worry, without a care

Whether or not I’m even there.

I sometimes wish I were like she

And fall asleep with a one two three

I flip and flop and struggle so

With thoughts that will not let me go.

Sometimes I watch her dream her dreams

Chasing rabbits and squirrels it seems

With occasional nightmares of being chased back

And I wake her up before they attack.

As I lie in bed at the close of day

Listening to her snoring away

At the bottom of the bed we both share

I’m still glad that she is there.